Chapter 1009 - Meeting (2/2)

“That is–”

That plump male saw a pair of commoners by the side of the streets. That girl was just a True God, but red divine imprints were starting to rotate in the eyes of that plump male. He could not help but feel delight racing through his heart, ‘This spiritual light emitted by the soul is so concentrated. It is truly a good medicinal lure! Tsk tsk, and it got discovered by me.’

“Stop.” The plump male said.

“Quickly stop the carriage.” Chun Yu Feng immediately announced with a loud voice. The carriage stopped rapidly, and only then did Chun Yu Feng accompany with a laugh: “Brother Qian, what’s the matter?”

“That girl.” The plump male pointed out to the distant streets, “That one who wears a violet gown with a jade hairpin on her head.” He did not wait to condense an illusionary figure of that girl.

“I want this girl.” The plump male said.

Chun Yu Feng looked afar. His information network within the Ardent Fire City was fast. Even though there were not that few aristocratic clan disciples, there were not too many of them either. He recognized all of them and knew with a glance that this girl came from a common background. Even if she was from an aristocratic clan, her status as a True God must be low.

“Brother Qian, rest assured, I’ll immediately grab her over.” Chun Yu Feng chuckled.

That plump male nodded.

He was an outsider, and it was not appropriate for him to conduct such acts. But it was simple for Chun Yu Feng to do so.

…

Yan Wen and his daughter had seen that luxurious carriage in midair a long time ago and recognized that it belonged to the Misty Cloud Pavilion Master. They naturally evaded to the side.

Nevertheless, that carriage sped downwards, stopping not far away from this pair of father and daughter.

The door to the carriage was lifted open, revealing two plump males being served by beauties within. Of which, the Misty Cloud Pavilion Master Chun Yu Feng looked downwards. That pair of small eyes were extremely cold and had landed on the figures of Yan Wen and his daughter: “Bring that girl over.”

“Yes.” The female attendants outside the carriage all had extraordinary strength.

At that moment, two Unity realm attendant female rushed down.

“Mercy! Misty Cloud Pavilion Master, please spare this little girl.” That middleaged male, ‘Yan Wen’, immediately knelt down to beg, “I am a pill alchemist from the medicinal hall of Yan Clan, and do hope for sirs to spare this girl.” The girl by the side, Yan Yu, knelt down in terror similarly.

“Hmph,” Chun Yu Feng coldly snorted. He swept his cold gaze across the two father and daughter and was too lazy to speak.

Yan Wen felt panicked, and his heart was in a mess.

He was clear that even if he was the master of the medicinal hall, that identity was insufficient when compared to this Misty Cloud Pavilion Master, much less when he was merely a pill alchemist.

“Father.” Yan Yu was also incredibly anxious. What would the outcome be if she were to fall in the hands of the Misty Cloud Pavilion Master? If she was lucky, she might just be toyed with by the guests of the Misty Cloud Pavilion. If she wasn’t, she might just be ravaged to death.

“Shua.”

A figure suddenly appeared in midair. He was a gray-robed old man. The gray-robed old man appeared in front of the kneeling father and daughter. With a wave of his hand, ‘hong–’a void fluctuation struck the two Unity realm female attendants who were rushing down.

“Tian Yi Zhi?” The Misty Cloud Pavilion Master Chun Yu Feng looked down with his cold glance. He saw that gray-robed old man and could not help but frown. He recognized this person as an honored guest of Marquis Ardent Fire.

At this moment.

A carriage arced through the sky over. A handsome young man was seated on it. Two Black Stream Cloud Wolves were lying by his side with nine solemn personal guards emitting a grim and cold aura.

“Pavilion Master Chun Yu, why, are you thinking of snatching my servant too?” That handsome male sat there. He lightly caressed the glossy and smooth back hair of the Black Stream Cloud Wolf and nonchalantly said. His voice reverberated in midair, and many cultivators who stood around the street did not dare to speak.

“Prince Xue Ying?” A smile appeared on the face of Pavilion Master Chun Yu, though he was slightly frowning at the plump male by his side.

That plump male stared back at the distant Xue Ying with a cold gaze.

Xue Ying was similarly staring at that plump male.